Everything is Suppose to be Perfect

Everything is Suppose to be Perfect

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Arieanna Candella is perfect, she was born April 20th 2009. Her Colombian parents were deported so she enters the foster care system and at age 11 gets adopted by a couple named Victoria Bloom and Sadie Bloom and joins a new school and immediately makes an arch enemy named Arlen. Along with enemies she made friends with 2 people named Buddy and Amity. She has another fight with Arlen so to cheer up she goes to the mall and when she enters the crystal store she sees Arlen and an employee grabs both of them to the employee only area and she told them that their fates intertwine. The next day she wakes up in his body. They meet up at school and spend the entire day figuring out what to do. Arieanna has to compete in a debate competition and Arlen has a football game so they need switch before they're events
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Annie Bloom is an average girl. She's in college, has a best friend, works, and studies. Yet one day she finds herself attacked, hospitalized, and nearly killed. Her best friend, Will, is certain it has to do with the guy she just started dating. Is Will jealous? Could her new boyfriend be involved? Or is it someone else entirely? Annie must find out quickly because every day could be her last. *** I could feel nothing but the pain. I felt every hit in excruciating detail with each erratic, painful heartbeat as my world became reduced to a series of agony. I struggled to breath through the broken ribs that constricted my airflow like a two-ton concrete slab had fallen on me. The blood from the blows to my head rolled down my face in waves. My arm was twisted at an impossible angle, yet I couldn't scream because my mouth would not open. I could feel the kicks coming at me from all directions, and as I received another one to the head I knew this was the end for me and my heartbeat slowed. The stab wound was bleeding too much for me to survive. When they left me for dead my eyes began to droop and the last thing I saw through fuzzy tunnel-like sight was a man running towards me before one final rattling breath coursed through my broken body and my heart stopped beating.

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